Her flesh turned pink, but not pink enough. I wanted to see how far I could take it. It should be the last thing I did to her. She had enough pain in her life, but I wasn’t trying to hurt her. It was pleasure.
And by the way she was moaning, she liked it too.
Smack.
She rubbed her thighs together, and I grew curious as to why. I spread her legs apart and saw her sticky wetness dripping down her thighs like tears. She fucking loved it. I gripped each cheek in my hand and snarled. “I bet I could make you come like this, couldn’t I? You like to be spanked? You deserve it, you know. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Is this what I have to do to you to make you see how perfect you are? Do I?”
She moaned.
“Answer me,” I jerked her head back by her hair. “Use your words.” I didn’t give her a chance; I brought my palm down again for not answering me the way she was supposed to.
Smack.
Her entire body shook, and her fists clenched the sheets. “Logan. Yes, spank me. Harder. More. I need your cock inside me too. I want it all.”
I glanced at my dick, shining with her virgin blood and her cream. The tip was a pissed-off shade of red from the strain of not coming when I wanted to, but that was about to change. I slammed inside her as hard as I could and held her face against the mattress, squeezing her abused cheek with my hand as I plundered my cock as hard as I could inside her.
Smack.
“Oh, Logan!”
Smack.
My orgasm tingled my spine.
Smack.
“I’m going to come,” she warned.
Smack.
I added more pressure and hit her ass even harder.
Smack.
“Yes! Oh my god, Logan. Oh, oh, yes!” she thrust her ass hard against my cock, bouncing off my pelvis as her pussy contracted around me, gushing her come all over me until it dripped down my balls. She clawed against the sheet and tried to get away from me, but no way in hell was I not going to come inside her.
One, two, three, and on the fourth curl of my hips, I planted myself inside her, her muscles still spasming as I came, filling her with my come. “Abigail,” I groaned, nearly going blind from the pleasure as my hot seed filled her aching swollen cunt. I reached around the front of her body and rubbed her over-sensitive clit. I wanted her to come again, so her pussy drank me down. I wanted to leak out of her for days.
I tugged on the pubic hair and then pinched her bundle of nerves. Since she was primed and ready, she went off like a bottle rocket, clenching around me again. Sweat dripped off my forehead and pooled in the dip of her lower back as her pussy milked me hungrily.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I grunted, silently thanking whatever god that sent this woman my way. I loved her and just experienced the most intense, best sex of my entire life.
Gasping for breath, I fell on top of her, kissing her sweaty neck as we trembled and laid in our post-orgasmic bliss. I kept my cock inside her, not ready to lose her heat, and continued to pay attention to her warm skin.
This woman has turned me inside out.
“Logan,” she said my name between hitched breaths.
I flipped her over, still keeping us connected and our bodies bound together, chest against chest, pelvis against pelvis. “Hey, baby,” I said with a smile, drenching her in sweat.
“Is it always like that?”
I shook my head. “No, just with us.”
There were two things I believed in now.
What I just said and her.